Dame Emilie Rose Macaulay, DBE (born 1 August 1881, Rugby, Warwickshire, England – died 30 October 1958) was a British writer. She published thirty-five books, mostly novels but also biographies and travel writing.
Macaulay was educated at Oxford High School for Girls and read Modern History at Somerville College at Oxford University.
She began writing her first novel, Abbots... more »
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Rose Macaulay Poems
Picnic: July 1917
We lay and ate the sweet hurt-berries In the bracken of Hurt Wood. Like a quire of singers singing low The dark pines stood.
Many Sisters to Many Brothers
When we fought campaigns (in the long Christmas rains) With soldiers spread in troops on the floor,
There was a shadow on the moon; I saw it poise and tilt and go Its lonely way, and so I know that the blue velvet night will soon
Cambridge town is a beleaguered city; For south and north, like a sea, There beat on its gates, without haste or pity,
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Sleeping in a bedit is, apparently, of immense importance. Against those who sleep, from choice or necessity, elsewhere society feels righteously hostile. It is not done. It is disorderly, anarc...Rose Macaulay (1881-1958), British novelist, essayist. "Beds and 'Omes," A Casual Commentary (1925).
Cranks live by theory, not by pure desire. They want votes, peace, nuts, liberty, and spinning-looms not because they love these things, as a child loves jam, but because they think they ought to have...Rose Macaulay (1881-1958), British novelist, essayist. "Cranks," A Casual Commentary (1925).
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Picnic: July 1917
We lay and ate the sweet hurt-berries
In the bracken of Hurt Wood.
Like a quire of singers singing low
The dark pines stood.
Behind us climbed the Surrey Hills,
Wild, wild in greenery;
At our feet the downs of Sussex broke
To an unseen sea.
And life was bound in a still ring,
Drowsy, and quiet and sweet….
When heavily up the south-east wind
The great guns beat.
We did not wince, we did not weep,
We did not curse or pray;
We drowsily heard, and someone said,
‘They sound clear today’.
We did not shake with pity and pain,